Bad Ass (feat. Meek Mill, Wale) (Explicit)

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(Hook: Kid Ink) I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down that house I'm throwin' this money, like it's no runnin' out Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher And drop it down the pole, like it's a fire? Now let me see just what you doin' with your bad ass I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass Let me see just what you doin' with your bad ass I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass (Verse 1: Kid Ink) I'm feeling like a man of the hour, host of the evening, But girl, it's your show, now bring it back, rerun I got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant Lookin' up in the sky, I said I love watching you elevate Get high as you ever been, we gettin' hella bent Ball so hard, I deserve me a Letterman I mean, let me see that cake, cake, cake, like Entenmanns Ass up, gon' take it down like a sedative That's a negative, ain't nobody wetter than Better get familiar like a motherfuckin' relative Know you see the fireworks, you lookin' where my section is All this money fallin' in the air like it's confetti, bitch! (Hook: Kid Ink) repeat (Verse 2: Wale) Wale doe I'm the man of the hour, money and power And the humble aint feed me, so I got that Geechee shit out me And the city is ours, where the killers devour Where the niggas lift Smith N's, and the victims lift a few flowers Okay? What I see dog, you and me not cool Bet they be loud when I leave out room Knowin' how you move, hope you got good shoes When the heat on niggas be like pyoooom Young nigga with some old riches And the coldest women I be with, weave on Nechole Bitchie's The broad let me, I sweat it out like P90, get me doe And I'm sure she got them cakes but I'm tryin' to see that throat 35-0-0 my coat We high, choking on that dope Turn around, girl let a nigga know Double M, young Olu, ghost! (Hook: Kid Ink) repeat (Verse 3: Meek Mill) Ink what up I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening These niggas is haters, they know that we eatin' I got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speakin' I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend I'm just a young nigga outchea ballin' All these bad bitches callin' Rollie all flooded New Orleans And a big Rolls Royce, can't park it Got gold rims on my Aston Martin Now I'm rollin' up in that foreign I said all my bitches half foreign And you can run tell that ask Martin Hold up I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch goin InstaHam Pyrex pots that's insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bands And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mil' Swear my life's so fuckin' real Back to the wall like fuck the world A nigga say fuck me, I'mma fuck his girl Like Whoaaaa! (Hook: Kid Ink) repeat (Verse 4: Kid Ink) Now go ahead with that bad ass, and fast cash, right, dash past Them silicones, and fat ass, got cheese out, the rat trap Real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic Just move it to the bass slap, the bass slap like the mackest No question we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cup Been throwin' all this money like that ass is for purchase Very important persons, don't take it too personal Got more bottles than homies, it's a movie, ready for the show! (Shortened Hook: Kid Ink) I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down that house I'm throwin' this money, like it's no runnin' out Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher And drop it down the pole, like it's a fire Now Go! (Outro Kid Ink) Show off... Go! Show off... Go! Show off... Yeah! (Wale) My nigga Ink rolled up like 4 ...but I aint even high cuz I need 4 moe!